Yet he did not fall. He rocked a little, that is all, then turned and marched off towards a hut, that whereof Hans had told me, which stood about fifty yards away.
Leave him to me,
shouted Umslopogaas. Steel cuts where bullets cannot pierce,
and with a bound like to that of a buck, the great Zulu leapt away after him.
I think that Rezu meant to enter the hut for some purpose of his own, but Umslopogaas was too hard upon his tracks. At any rate he ran past it and down the other slope of the little hill on to the plain behind where the remnants of his army were trying to reform. There in front of them the giant turned and stood at bay.
Umslopogaas halted also, waiting for us to come up, since, cunning old warrior as he was, he feared lest should he begin the fight before that happened, the horde of them would fall on him. Thirty seconds later we arrived and found him standing still with bent body, small shield advanced and the great axe raised as though in the act of striking, a wondrous picture outlined as it was against the swiftly-rising sun.
Some ten paces away stood the giant leaning on the axe he bore, which was not unlike to that with which woodmen fell big trees. He was an evil man to see and at this, my first full sight of him, I likened him in my mind to Goliath whom David overthrew. Huge he was and hairy, with deep-set, piercing eyes and a great hooked nose. His face seemed thin and ancient also, when with a motion of the great head, he tossed his long locks back from about it, but his limbs were those of a Hercules and his movements full of a youthful vigour. Moreover his aspect as a whole was that of a devil rather than of a man; indeed the sight of it sickened me.
Let me shoot him,
I cried to Umslopogaas, for I had reloaded the rifle as I ran.
Nay, Watcher-by-Night,
answered the Zulu without moving his head, rifle has had its chance and failed. Now let us see what axe can do. If I cannot kill this man, I will be borne hence feet first who shall have made a long journey for nothing.
Then the giant began to talk in a low, rumbling voice that reverberated from the slope of the little hill behind us.
Who are you,
he asked, speaking in the same tongue that the Amahagger use, who dare to come face to face with Rezu? Black hound, do you not know that I cannot be
